Before he became a complete bastard (although beloved) the dyslexic Toni ran a very successful clothing company (Slazenger). Indeed, before sweat shops came into vogue in Asia he pioneered the model in his home country with some minor modifications. Less pay.
Anyway, Portugal was a cess pitt back in the day. There were no golf clubs, or resorts for rich Europeans to come to and leer at poor people and go on about isn’t life so unfair and all. Toni changed all that. He staged a bloody coup in 1932. He sacked Lisbon and put his own people in charge. All dissenters were shot and while it was rough justice for some (circa 200,000 were slaughtered) the country prospered.
Many golf courses were built and resorts for rich people. Irrigation became the only show in town. Cars began to appear. Airports sprang up all over the place to get the rich people in and out quickly. Tourists were brought to sweat shops and encouraged to sign petitions seeking more air conditioning. Everyone felt good about themselves. The phrase ‘put a cork in it’ became the national mantra and many Cork trees were planted in this time, often on the lands of recently deceased dissenters. It was all good.
Then Antoni’s wife, aka No Name, got notions and it all went to pot as often happens in such cases.
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